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[princesssmars]

is there any chance you plan on making more content for the great? yours is the only story i have been able to find and it was so so good

omg i cant believe that since me no ones written anything, I'm heartbroken I'm devastated wtf !!!

im like so backed up on doing simple requests but in the new year id love to do more catherine fics ! it'll be a good excuse for me to rewatch the show and finally watch the last season.

[reverieblondie]

Neighbors

Chapter 1: Spider-Catcher

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: None for this chapter ;) but be warned this series will be SMUTTY!

Summary: Moving to a new city could be challenging for anyone. Your new home is taking a lot of getting used too. Maybe you can make a friend, preferably someone who is okay with catching spiders...

A/N: Okay...I know this isn't Miguel content...but we are just going to pretend it's 2014 so I can have my moment with tasm!peter. This story was originally for Peter B. but then I watched The amazing Spider-Man and emotions took over. This will be a series I will be writing so please look for updates. Also I have a Miguel series in my drafts and a small dark fic for him. Plus I am also working on Gabriel O'Hara fic as well so hope you will keep your eyes out for those. Please comment if you want to be on my tagging list! And request are open!

Word Count: 1,787

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Chapter 1: Spider-catcher 

“Hey on your left!” 

A man on a bike rushes past you while you are walking. Hands filled with overflowing grocery bags, you had not seen that you had wandered into the bike lane. Jumping out of the way you narrowly avoid getting mowed down by the angry cyclist. 

“Mororon!” the man yells back at you

“I'm sorry!” escapes your lips as you shout out to the man who is long zipped by “dick…” you mudder under your breath. Sure you were in the wrong lane but you didn’t see your mistake so he shouldn’t have been so angry with you. 

You sigh, taking a mental note: watch out for New York bike riders…stay out of their lane

The short walk from the store ends when you reach your new apartment building, well, new to you. The complex itself was ancient in a bit of a sketchy area but the rent was cheap for New York, so you would not rethink your dwelling too much, though sometimes it was hard to stay optimistic. 

When you first moved into the apartment it was…depressing…It had bare walls with some cracks, the smell of smoke completely taking over the place, and decked out with some ancient appliances you were grateful at least worked. The last three days had been spent moving in your furniture, getting a job, and scrubbing down every wall in your apartment to rid of any suspicious grime. Now with your apartment decorated and you living there for the past few days, you felt like you were finally adjusting to the residence. 

You hope that once you get your groceries in and have your first home-cooked meal in the place it will definitely feel like home. Being new to living on your own and new to the city everything was taking some…adjusting. Call it cliche but you had always dreamed of moving to New York ever since you were a little girl, so when you got the chance to move up here for school you were eager to jump at the opportunity. Who wouldn’t want to move to the city where dreams are supposed to come true right? 

Now that you're living it however it was not the tale of living up your dreams like you had envisioned as a child. In your dreams, you expected to live in a large lavish apartment, unlike the more than modest one you were currently in. You would have tons of friends and go out every day, your going out consists of you going to pick up take-out and as for friends, you didn’t know anyone. 

Classes didn’t start for a few days and you started work tomorrow, hopefully, some friendship opportunities will present themselves soon. Another childish thought you had in your mind was, that you would be friends with everyone at your complex, but with the way people seemed less than friendly towards you, that thought was seeming to fade more and more. Just need to stay positive, you haven't even been here a week, don’t let it get you down, was the mantra you just kept repeating in your head.   

Pushing through the front door of the complex, you make a beeline for the elevator. There is no way you are going to be carrying all your groceries up the stairs where you live on the 12th floor, no way that is happening! Getting into the elevator after making the journey from the store to your apartment; you're thankful that the cramped elevator is empty so early in the morning.

Living on the 12th floor had its perks but also had its cons, especially when you had a slow elevator. It takes a creaking and shaking eternity to get to your floor; you're sure your ice cream must be starting to melt by now. Finally hearing the ding you get off and walk across your floor. As you set your groceries down, digging for your keys in your purse, slight movement catches your eyes forcing you to look up towards your door. 

Right on your door above the knob was the biggest spider you had ever seen. Spiders and you had never been best friends, in no way did you want to kill one, you just thought that it was best they lived their lives away from you and your home. Looking at the spider it seems harmless, it’s not like it seems poisonous or life-threatening. Maybe you can just scare it? Shoo it away? It's huge but maybe it will get scared and run off your door. Just be tough, it's just a spider…a huge spider…with creepy eight legs…and fangs…staring at you….

Shuddering at the thought of the spider you can feel yourself developing arachnophobia by the second. Getting a grip on yourself, you push down the bubbling fear and motion your hand like you're waving the spider off.  Your whole body teases hoping it won't run anywhere near you or worse jump on you. It’s just a dumb spider, what could it really do to you? 

Little did you know that this spider was no punk, this spider must have seen a thing or two because instead of being normal and running off it, hissed and you swear it jumped towards you! 

The sudden movement of the spider makes you recoil with a startled scream. Now would you usually jump like this? No, but this spider was out for blood you could see it in his evil eight eyes!  

As you're moving back in panic, the door across from yours flies open with a guy around your age coming out of it looking alarmed. The sudden appearance startled you causing you to jump away from him, landing your back on the door you were just screaming at. The fluffy-haired guy looks at you with wide eyes not understanding at all what is happening. 

Opening your mouth to apologize and give an explanation you turn and see the spider close to your face, The sudden proximity makes you scream again which in turn makes the neighbor scream. 

Jumping from your door you grab onto the stranger and hide behind his back using him as a human shield from the spider, “Get it! Get it! Get it!” is all you can manage as you cling to his shirt. His hands are raised in surprise as you paw at his back, keeping your eyes on the spider. His eyes are on you with that same look of confusion on his face as to why some random person is screaming and now clinging to him. 

“What are you talking about?” He asks in a confused tone and a hint of frustration. 

Looking up at him, pointing to your door you're an incoherent mess, “H-h-huge spider!” 

“Huge spider…” He repeats before he looks at your door and sees the spider, in your eyes it’s an aggressive beast, to his eyes it's a common spider seen around the building all the time. 

Understanding the situation he sighs and you take it as a sign to let go of the person you don’t even know. Watching as he shakes his head and goes back into his apartment you feel your heart sink that you won’t be getting help for your spider problem. Approaching your door you look around trying to figure out a plan, but suddenly a hand is tapping your shoulder. Turning around, you see he has reappeared with a paper and an empty Chinese take-out box nudging you to move out of the way. 

Standing back you watch as he effortlessly places the box over the spider and then slides the paper under it. As you're watching him trap the creature you start to really take in his appearance. Looking at his outfit you see a worn-out T-shirt (crumpled in the back thanks to your grabbing) and plaid sleep pants, brunet hair that looks like it hasn’t seen a brush all morning. Now that you're looking at him closely, you can admire his athletic build with some great arms and large hands….damn…plus that face, though he looks completely exhausted he's still…kinda cute. 

Once the spider is caught he closes the box and turns to you, quickly you adjust your gaze from his hands back to his face. Though when you look up at him with a smile you are only met with a look of annoyance, alright seems peeved. Wanting to lighten up the situation and thank him you go to say thank you but he just walks past you with a grumble. 

“Dramatic…”. 

Dramatic! The word echoes in your head leaving you slack-jawed as you watch him leave down the hall to the elevator disappearing inside. How can he call you dramatic, that thing was ferocious and sure you screamed and cowered but you're not dramatic! Plus he doesn't even know you. In a huff you finally get your keys and unlock your door, turning your head towards the elevator then to the door across from yours you roll your eyes. 

Putting away your groceries you're still thinking about your grumbling neighbor, so much for you thanking him for his help. If he wants to call you dramatic you would be dramatic and not thank him. So much for the possibility of having the spider-catching neighbor as a friend. 

As you're putting away your stuff your frustration must hit a peak because you decide it's time for you to give him a piece of your mind. Nobody just insults you like nothing! Who knows maybe he would respect you for it. Going over to your door you open it and see him about to enter his apartment turning his head to look at you with an unimpressed gaze. 

Stepping out, you fold your arms before speaking, “Excuse me, but what gives you the right to think it’s okay to call me dramatic?”

Turning to face you he mirrors your stance “Oh, you heard that? I mean you were the one screaming over a spider.” 

“A huge and scary spider” 

Peter holds his hands up in mock defense, “You know you're right, I barely made it out with my life.” he says in a voice dripping in sarcasm. - great he's a smartass… 

“Whatever, thanks a lot, next time I will handle it on my own.” 

“Just make sure to keep the noise down next time.” 

Rolling your eyes you shoot him a dirty look as you start closing the door, 

“Just wait till you see the cockroaches…” he mutters

Your motion comes to a quick halt “What?!” 

“Nothing~” 

With that last remark, he shuts the door leaving you with your thoughts of all the other creepy critters this place could be littered with. He’s messing with you, right? 

Right?!

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

[ananxiousgenz]

TPP HADESTOWN AU PART 4

ANOTHA ONE. i am so sorry guys, but the muse has possessed me and i literally cannot stop writing. this is no longer a flash fic. i am now a slave to the au. this time will be a direct continuation of part 3 because honestly i wanted to keep writing that but i also just wanted to post it so consider this a kind of part 2 to part 3 if that makes sense

tpp mutuals come get your juice!!! @smidgen-of-hotboy @ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @urjover @one-joe-spoopy @waters-and-the-wilde

when he said his name, juno heard it.

ringing in the background like the hum of a crystal wine glass.

the song.

when peter nureyev said his name, the song echoed with it.

"your name has the same melody," juno breathed, eye wide and searching for some kind of answers on the face of this strange, beautiful man. how could his name have the song of spring laced through it?

nureyev shot him a sideways look and took a sip of his drink. "so. what do you do for a living, lady who's going to marry me?" he questioned, leaning back in his chair and looking juno over with a gaze he could only describe as skeptical.

"oh! well, I work here at the bar with rita. she's over there. but you've met her already so I don't know why I'm introducing her."

rita gave a friendly wave from her perch behind the bar.

"I also, um. I, uh. I sing. sometimes. not all the time. i'm not bad at it. typically when I do sing, someone will give me a couple bucks. it's nice. oh, and uh, I can play guitar too, but I haven't done it in years, and to be honest, I don't really want to-"

nureyev cut juno off, looking away disinterestedly and downing the rest of his drink. "that's nice. so you're like all the other bar workers in existence. that doesn't exactly sound like something I'd want to marry."

suddenly, the butterflies that had been gradually building in juno's stomach began to unexpectedly drop dead.

"heyyyyyyy, that's not very nice, mista nureyev. mista steel isn't like all the otha ladies you eva met! he's a very supa awesome lady who I love workin' with and-oh oh oh! mista steel! you GOTTA tell him about that song you're workin' on! it's so pretty! and important! I'm sure mista nureyev would LOVE to hear about that!" rita cried, bounding off the bar and hustling over to deliver another drink to the table.

"oh, uh, yeah! I'm working on this song to bring spring back again," juno said, feeling mildly embarrassed that rita brought it up with this man who was still basically a total stranger. "it's not done, honestly, it needs a lot of work. but, when i'm finished with it, it will hopefully fix.....everything."

"wait just a moment." nureyev's brow furrowed and juno's stomach twisted at the sight. even when he was skeptical and defensive and bone-tired, he was still so damn attractive. gods, what juno wouldn't give to just kiss him right now- focus, steel, he's trying to talk to you-

"so you say this song will bring spring back again?"

"yup! at least it should."

"that's...." nureyev placed a finger over his lips in thought. "I haven't seen a proper spring in at least a decade, maybe more. the world has been so wrong in recent years... I shudder to think where it would all end up without the return of warmer weather."

"well, that's the idea with the song. I want to fix it. all of it. when the song is done it should put the world back on track. more sunshine, springs, falls, rain and flowers. you know. all the stuff that's just sort of been missing. maybe you could help me out with it!" juno grinned a bit sheepishly.

"and why would I want to help?" his eyes were cold, almost as cold as the biting wind and frost outside, but juno thought he saw the beginning of a thaw at the edges of his facade.

"because, mista nureyev. he's real good at makin' people feel like life is worth livin' again with that music of his. also, he makes the BEST chocolate cake i've eva had! and frannie agrees with me!" rita chimed in, cleaning the bar top as best she could with her short stature.

juno snorted involuntarily, marveling at rita's ability to constantly be focused on food. "it's true, I won a local competition a few years back for that cake."

nureyev's face had half a smile on it now, and the butterflies in juno's stomach turned into a hurricane.

"so you can make people feel alive again? that's quite a gift, juno. but what else can you offer me?"

"huh?"

"say, for example, if we were to get married. who would pay for the wedding rings? times have been hard, and gold is scarce. how would you do it?"

juno thought for a moment. "the rivers. they've got plenty of gold in them, and if my song works, they'll give it all to us for wedding rings."

nureyev's eyes glinted with something juno suspected was either curiosity or suspicion.

"what about a wedding feast? or a bed? good food and better beds are hard to come by these days. what would you do about that, juno?"

"the trees would take care of the wedding feast, and the birds would take care of the bed."

"with your song." nureyev cocked an eyebrow as though it was a question.

"well, yeah, of course."

"you talk a lot about that song. why don't you sing it for me?"

a wave of panic stuttered through juno's mind. "I can't. I told you it's not finished."

"you said you wanted to take me home and marry me, is that true?

a sly smile crossed nureyev's face, and goddammit it only made juno want him even more. "yes," he breathed.

"then sing the song for me, juno."

juno hesitated, then nodded in spite of himself. he shouldn't be doing this, he knew he shouldn't be doing this, but he couldn't help it.

he was in love.

and lovers need the spring like a flower needs sunshine. so he'd sing the sunshine back for peter nureyev.

he stepped back, breathed in, and let the notes flow from him like water from a faucet. the song flooded the room, hitting the walls and rushing back to his ears in perfect harmonies, and for a moment, he was back in that wheat field with benten, strumming guitar as he danced like a pheonix rising from the ashes, spinning around and around and around like he was the center of the universe.

and then the song ended. and juno was back in a shitty roadside bar, holding a perfect dahlia in his left hand, with peter nureyev staring at him now, eyes wide and sparkling.

"that's...... you...... how did you do that?" nureyev asked quietly, standing from the table on unsteady legs and taking the dahlia to examine it with shaking hands.

"i didn't do that, the song did," juno muttered as nureyev gently touched the immaculate petals of the dahlia, still damp with dew. rita beamed at juno from the bar and gave an overenthusiastic thumbs-up. juno just rolled his eyes again.

peter nureyev looked at him then, all of the previous frostiness gone from his eyes and something like amazement and love and hope spilling through them.

juno decided that he liked it when he looked like that. it made him feel like he really could fix the whole damn world with that song of his.

nureyev seemed to come to some sort of conclusion and slipped the dahlia into the buttonhole of his traveling coat. "so, what time does your shift end, my dear juno?"

juno thought for a minute. "uhhhh, the bar closes around 10. why?"

his eyes gleamed like a pair of stars as a smile twinkled on his lips. "didn't you say you were going to marry me?"

[starsapphire]

25 17 12 8 9 & 3 for the choose violence ask game...I love ur haterisms you're always so correct in it

HI ignore how long it took me to answer this. thank u i hope i am not just a mutual to u but also an irredeemable hater

25. common fandom complaint that you’re sick of hearing

you know what? trying to answer this one made me immensely grateful for how normal the mutual circle is. couldn't think of anything. thanks guys 🩷

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

i know you're here for dc but i must speak my truth. we need more johnnywyatt content in the marvel fandom. spideytorch is dead. it's never going to happen. peter is either straight or too oblivious to ever realise he likes men and either way marvel is going to be milking the petermj divorce remarriage magic-divorce remarriage divorce remarriage cycle in every media form possible until the company shuts down. maybe in the ultimate universe i could see spideytorch working out but it literally exploded. rip gay emo 1610 johnny but we need to move on. i'm sorry everyone. HOWEVER. we are ignoring the beautiful truth of johnny storm and his hot 6-foot-massive husband. when i think about them my mind fills with static but like. he doesn't have powers. johnny is a living star. and he will still step in front of johnny every time. he treats johnny's niece and nephew like his own. they're married in every sense but legally. only 37 works in the ao3 tag. we are living in hell. at this point i will take crumbs from dan slott. DAN SLOTT. but i stay silly

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

zinda blake. purely because of "holy crow! the boy is FANCY?!"

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

ummmm everything about the "stalker tim" thing. like no he did not follow batman and robin around with a camera for 5 years. janet and jack didn't send him to school at arkham ok he was not able to escape every weekend and go downtown in gotham at 3am. but also i have seen people be very adamant that tim did not stalk batman and robin until jason died (which like. if he hadn't followed anything about batman and robin in that period, how would he know how much more violent bruce was getting or that robin had changed hands?) and that's not true. he was stalking them neil josten style. i want to see his creepy stalker binder full of newspaper clippings. from actual newspapers. like a psychopath

9. worst part of canon

cassie sandsmark's stupid fucking costume for the last 20 years. i would suffer through tom king's writing just to see her in a normal outfit i'm dead fucking serious. i'd buy the fucking issue. her ugly ass britney spearsification twig arms tt2003 redesign deals me actual psychic damage when i have to look at it (IT WAS SO OOC and johns' justification was so misogynistic. what if i kms) and every time i have to see cassie's stupid fucking impractical little girl eight-year-old-in-2011 outfit from rebirth i want to die. there's this one panel i saw that i cannot find where diana, donna, and yara are walking in their really beautiful, regal armour, looking like warriors, ready for battle, and then cassie is next to them in her skort. it's so embarrassing… someone please free my girl. actually free her from everything originating in tt2003 she deserves so much better

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you’ve seen on tumblr

i get what they're trying to say but also I Was Literally There And That Is Not What Happened

<3

[huxs-waifu]

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#5

10,000 Nights - Chapter 8 - Manners ** smut**

Chapter Summary:

Yay we have the rest of the party !! also finally some more smut before the story starts to take an action turn. There is two small Spiderman no way home Easter eggs in here but no spoilers . Also some romantic moments will these guys say the L word? 

as always I've had such a great response to this and would love any comments and feed back :)

Part seven - can be found here

A03 link - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30666221/chapters/87360811

Playlist - https://huxs-waifu.tumblr.com/post/650653939084279808/via

Masterlist - https://huxs-waifu.tumblr.com/post/670776247958257664/10000-nights-masterlist-the-cloak-seems-intent

Warnings

SMUT !!! oral male receiving. 

“I'm sorry, what?”

 “You're pregnant Chrissy, look if you don't believe me take a test when you get home. If i'm wrong then something else is happening in the universe.”

 “There was a slip up at the beginning , but I sorted that out the next day.” 

 “And thats why i dont have kids.” the sentence disrubed you from your chat to see the cloak holding a teenage boy at arms length, Strange stood when his arms crossed looking at the boy dangling. 

 “Excuse me Wanda” moving over to the scene to see whats happening. Tony joined along as well.

 “I found this one climbing up the walls in the hallway.” strange looking at the skinny teenager.

 “Thats because hes a guest, this is spiderman.” Tony says tugging at the cloak releasing him.

 “Peter, Peter parker sir.” he gestures a wave  towards Dr Strange . Me joining Stephens side.

 “Dr. Strange.” replying curtly

 “Who is going to apologise for hanging you up?” I curl an arm into his. Look up looking expectantly.

 “And Mrs strange?” Peter turns to me holding out a hand.

 “Oh no. not not like that. Well yeah i'm with Strange but not Mrs Strange.” Brushing it off as best i could, feeling a bit flustered

 “PETER!!” a little girl came through the crowd jumping into his arms, followed by pepper shortly after. 

 “Morgan, nice to see you.” The teen hugged the girl tightly, her head looking over his shoulder at me. 

 “Peter, is this your girlfriend?” cocking her head slightly. 

 “No Morgan, she's this nice mans here.” he whispers to her.

 “Shes pretty.” the little girl leaning into strange.

 He bends slightly to reply, “I know” , giving a wink to seal it. 

 “Ok everyone now we've established who is who. Can we get on and party?” Tony added, breaking everyone's attention back to him.

 “Apologise, Stephen and we can leave everyone to get on with their night.” 

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14 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

#4

Comfort Charaters

My first comfort charaters :

My current comfort charater : 

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19 notes - Posted April 4, 2022

#3

10,000 Nights - Chapter 11 - Incursion

Chapter Summary:

Here we are finally ! the chapter all others have been leading up to we have revelations and rescues. No warning in the chapter is pretty nice and long, with some action and romanc e!

as always i really love comments and feedback reactions and all that jazz, i love working on this fic and my strange. Although were coming to the end of Chrissy and Stranges story ( dont worry we still have 2 more chapters of them and smut to come) its not the end for them. please enjoy this chapter i was in tears writing it so i hope it gives you some joy reading it. 

Part  Ten - can be found here

A03 link - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30666221/chapters/93492631

Playlist - https://huxs-waifu.tumblr.com/post/650653939084279808/via

Masterlist - https://huxs-waifu.tumblr.com/post/670776247958257664/10000-nights-masterlist-the-cloak-seems-intent

Part of Strange's plan and the gods was the lure nightmare away from wherever he was, so he could follow him back.

“This all sounds very Orpheus.”

“I mean I can go and get him don't think his music will help you much.”

“You said that originally you made a bargain with Nightmare to leave the God of sleep alone right, can't he put me to sleep or something?”

“Hypnos ? or one of the others?”

“You have more than one god for sleep!”

Taking him to the cave, the God lived in; Stephen stood face to face with until now another mythical God, Hypnos. He had yellow eyes,mottled brown hair with grey and white.  Giving him a very tabby cat feel about him with a permanent disgruntled look like he'd been woken up like one too.

“Hypnos please we need your help, “ Dionysus offered a hand.

“Im aware of the situation but the whole reason this started is because Nightmare was ruining my job.” The sleep god replied.

“So really you're willing to let a girl possibly perish because of your job!” Stephen launches to the god to ring his shoulders. “ I LOVE her. I can't lose her.”

The god seemed quite relaxed even with the shaking of the shoulders. “ You haven't told her yet have you?” He quirks a smile.

Strange stops and realises that he's never said it out loud to her, he was a know commitment-phobe. Being told that ‘he always had to be the one to hold the knife’ by Christine, the woman he thought would be his only love. But yet Chrissy had opened up that gap had been closing in his heart. He wasn't in control around her, he was relaxed, snip-its of the day were normal and he loved it. The high of positivity he felt when he was Chrissy outweighed everything in the universe, he was happy. “ I-”

“Just putting you to sleep, nothing else?” The god asked.

Strange closed his mouth before opening and closing it again before he replied “And a Dionysus here will give me a hallucination of him, were hoping that he's watching me from somewhere.”

“Then sleep Doctor, the most frightening  sleep is when you don't feel it happening.” That was the last thing Stephen thought he'd heard as he hit the floor.

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“Ha if he thinks that just going to sleep will work got another thing coming.”

“At least he's trying to save me, seems that history does repeat itself,” I reply to the void beginning. “ If he doesn't get to me what do you actually intend to do to me ?”

“Well you will become the queen of the void we're in, your madness ability I'm sure will come into use when we start invading people's nightmares.”

Thought for a moment that if Stephen was trying to find me, maybe I could trick Nightmare into sending me to fetch him. “Well if I'm to be your Queen of madness, surely you should try it out, to see if it's going to work. You could be real devious and use it on the doctor right now.”

“Are you saying you want to hurt your lover? My queen, you are perfect for me.”

Stephen Strange was floating, not like when he astral projected. He was just in a black void nothing around him until he felt it. The euphoric high mixed with the crushing fear of loneliness. He tried to concentrate on the high he knew in his heart it was some form of Chrissy contacting him. The pinprick of hope shot through the darkness. It took every ounce of his being to swim towards it. He was a mad man that needed that last drop of hope before, the sense of dread overtook him. Reaching the pinhole he looked through to see the video world. The pinhole became a portal, he knew where to locate them and jump through.

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#2

new chapter for 10,000 nights!

next chapter should be up now:) sorry it may just be a filler, but a cute filler !!

catch up on the series here !! https://huxs-waifu.tumblr.com/post/670776247958257664/10000-nights-masterlist-the-cloak-seems-intent

22 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Braided - Hux x Reader - Smut

Summary:

AO3 link https://archiveofourown.org/works/25917994

Hux couldn't help it today. Today it was like a red flag to a bull. You had decided that wearing plaids either side of your head was a good idea. His attraction to you had been growing over the last few weeks. It was little details like that he'd started to pick up.

The reader wears braids to work to get noticed by Hux. a Smutty one-shot fanfiction. The reader is female.

credit to orginal gif owner

Warnings 

Smut !!

Glove Kink

Uniform Kink

wrist kink

Hair Kink

Hair-pulling

Creampies

Barebacking

Light Dom/sub

Leather Kink

Blow Jobs

Hux couldn't help it today. Today it was like a red flag to a bull. You had decided that wearing plaids either side of your head was a good idea. His attraction to you had been growing over the last few weeks. It was little details like that he'd started to pick up.

First off it had been a yawn he saw you sneaking. Watching your little plump lips make an O. From then he took notice of your wrist peeking out of the regulation uniformed gloves. Unknown to you, his eyes dilated, like someone had flicked a glowing fire on into his eager eyes the moment he saw them. So pure and untouched. Later that same day, dreaming of you below him, gloved hands working his member giving little glimpses of the same wrists.

Next off the list was the considerable stretch you'd do, showing a tad reveal of your stomach with your shirt popping out every time. Your breasts shifting with a light jiggle. He'd look up next to y/c/e lustrous eyes to typically see them dart around in disgrace while hastily tucking back in. The stretch was always impressive, it made you look long and lean. Again daydreams inappropriate of the General, thinking wistfully of you stretched out over the console. Him pressing into you making you bend back more, mewling and puffing as he attacked your neck.

So today with you wearing braids was just too much. More thoughts entering his mind of ripping out those braids to see your locks tumble down and pool around your shoulders. Running his hands, tossing the waves, as he kissed those tender lips that yawned over and over.

It had started a bit of fun. You'd developed a crush on the General but thinking it would never happen you'd thought sneaking in a little look here and there wouldn't hurt. Leaning back in your chair doing a little fake yawn while looking around for him. If his back was turned, you could ogle at his behind the rare time he didn't have his greatcoat. Then one day you thought he had seen you looking, so you turned it into a stretch and quickly got back to work. The stretch released tension in an auditable crack, embarrassed to think it may have alerted it to him more.

You'd sometimes giggle to yourself thinking of the way his hands bunched, revealing his wrists. Many nights you were ashamed to say that you had pleasured yourself to the thought of the same hands rolling up his sleeves revealing more of that crystal, white, freckled skin before they laid onto your ass gripping and kneading, hot breath showering your face as his heart rate raised.

Heart now rapidly rising yourself with renewed thoughts of his imaginary touch, heart feeling like it was going to jump into your throat. Releasing a small smirk to yourself that it maybe had been on purpose you did your hair in braids, like some silly little schoolgirl, so he'd notice you. They were far too young on you but came under regulation, so you thought, smiling more you hadn't begun to notice his presence was nearer. Gulping you look up to your left at the ginger General in your breathing space, his lips pierced, a flash of pink merring over his face.

"Y/L/N, I notice your hair is not appropriate for the bridge, please stay behind after your cycle"

"Yes sir. I mean General."

The hours passed and you were getting nervous at the thought of what the General was going to say to you. You convinced yourself that the worst would maybe a slap on the wrist or at the very most cleaning duty. Other officers filtered out during the day, some around you give little nods of good luck if they caught your eyes, until there was only you left standing by the console. Spying him across the room he was looking out at the sky back to you. Snaking through the other consoles & workstations you stand to attention behind him, making a small cough.

"Y/L/N I see you're still here, as I requested". He didn't turn, hands still cupped behind his back. Thinking well this is good, he can't even look me in the eyes. Maybe the braids are too much rethinking of them.

"Yes General. Forgive me for speaking out of turn but think I know why". Shuffling on your feet looking down at the black work boots that felt so heavy like you couldn't run even if you wanted to. Swallowing "If you'd like me to remove them I can do Sir. Would it be easier to speak to me?".

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Hi hELLO. Hope you're having a fantastic day today! and I hope you don't mind me using caPS BECAUSE I LISTENED TO SCARY LOVE BY THE NEIGHBOURHOOD AND IT KIND OF REMINDED ME WHAT A NOAH X MC WOULD BE LIKE LMAOAKFHJKADF IDK WHY AND IT MADE ME WANT TO ASK YOU WHAT SONGS REMIND YOU OF THE ILITW CHARACTERS THE MOST? Anyways, I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING AN AWESOME DAY

Hey, anon! Thank you so much, I hope you’re having a lovely day as well! I’m going to bold the ships/characters so it’s easier to navigate and locate people’s favorite ILITW character. I also linked the songs with their titles, so definitely check it out. I feel like this is a playlist….yikes kinda went overboard

Noah:

“The boy who murdered love” by Diana Vickers.

“You’re the boy who murdered loveCold hands and a heart of stoneYou’re the king of pain and hurtYou encourage my desire, then you put the arrow in my back, and I’mShot, shot, shot, shot, shot like a bullet”

I mean just listen to the lyrics. It says everything. Although, this song is more in reference to the guy being a player but we can also agree that Noah, to a certain degree is considered ‘heartless’ and ‘closed off’. The lyrics of him being in pain and hurt, but still reeling all of us to love him definitely suits him A LOT. I’ll be lying if I didn’t say I listen to this song when I make a short story of Noah. Spoiler: he ends up breaking our hearts. 

Dan x MC: 

“In my head” by Peter

“You say it’s all alrightBut you’re not who’s up at nightThis feels like all a lieWhile you tend to try and hideI’ve waited way too longYeah, I know you’ve changed”

We can all agree the traumatic event has caused a toll on everyone, but we can also agree that next to Noah, Dan is most haunted by it. He can’t turn back now. This song gives me a really sad undertone to it. Dan knows things aren’t the same, and he constantly is up at night, pondering on things. Give it or take, one can also use this song for Dan x MC - their friendship/relationship has drifted, but he so badly wants to repair it because MC is his world. Also, guilty of using this song too as inspiration for my own stories. 

“She is Love” by Parachute

“I’ve been beaten down,I’ve been kicked around,But she takes it all for me.And I lost my faith,In my darkest days,But she makes me want to believe.They call her love, love, love, love, love.”

Can we get a round of applause for MC who helped Dan vanquish his demons? I like to think that Dan thinks that MC is his pride and joy. He absolutely adores her for everything she is, everything she will be and everything she has done for him. I mean, just look at the lyrics and tell me not that this song is basically them. 

Ava: 

“Hotter than hell” by Dua Lipa

“He calls me the devilI make him wanna sin Every time I knock, he can’t help but let me inMust be homesick for the realI’m the realest it getsYou probably still adore meWith my hands around your neck.”

I mean Ava is literally everything, lets be honest. I think everyone knows she’s a bit over the edge, dangerous, but that’s the very reason why everyone in the fandom loves her so much. She doesn’t confine to the norms and she makes MC want to do crazy things. 

Andy:

“Gasoline” by Halsey

“Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?Do the people whisper ‘bout you on the train like me?And all the people say“You can’t wake up, this is not a dreamYou’re part of a machine, you are not a human beingWith your face all made up, living on a screenLow on self esteem, so you run on gasoline”

I can’t picture a song that’s ‘calm’ for someone as vibrant as Andy. That boy shines like diamonds. I think this song really captures his failures and his fears and how it constantly runs through his mind. Despite Andy coming off as strong, he also wonders if there’s something wrong with him - he’s low in self esteem. He questions himself a lot. So, he runs, runs until he’s so drained from life. He sometimes feels like he’s putting up a show. Everything is in the tips of his fingers, but how long before they disappear, you know. 

Lucas x MC: 

“BITE” by Troye Sivan

“Don’t you wanna see a man up closeA phoenix in the fire So kiss me on the mouth and set me freeBut please, don’t bite. You can coax the cold right out of me. Drape me in your warmth”

This song captures how MC is Lucas’s means of escape. She can definitely ‘coax’ the cold out of him, make him open up about his problems instead of facing it alone. But as always, Lucas is still scared of what’s to come (let’s be honest who wouldn’t). so he prays he doesn’t get his heart broken in the long run. 

Stacy x MC:

“Girls Like Girls” - Hayley Kiyoko 

“Tell the neighbors I’m not sorry if I’m breaking walls down Building your girl’s second story, ripping all your floors out. Saw your face, heard your name, gotta get with you Girls like girls like boys do, nothing new Isn’t this why we came? Gotta get with you” 

MC has broken Stacy’s walls down. MC obviously is smitten by Stacy and hence wants to get with her. I mean just listen to the song, and tell me it does not scream Stacy and MC (if your MC is a girl) like…..c’mon now. 

Dan x MC x Noah:

“The good side” by Troye

“So many thoughts I wanted to shareBut I didn’t call because it wouldn’t be fairThen I got the good side of newFound arms to fall right intoI know how it looked, it wasn’t the planAnd some day I hope that you’ll understand”

THIS IS THE SONG I’M USING RIGHT NOW TO GET IN MY FEELS. MC got the ‘good side’ and better end of the stick in terms of her and Noah. She just wants Noah to be happy, but she knows he’s still healing - hurting - so she feels conflicted wanting to talk to him but know he’s only going to get more hurt because she’s with Him. She sympathizes with Noah and can relate with him, but she can’t help but falling for Dan. 

“Why did I fall in love with you” by DBSK 

“Why couldn’t I call out to you at all? Every day and night growing emotions. And words overflow. But I realized that they’d never reach you again.” 

This song heavenly influenced my story ‘Lighthouse’. Noah wonders why he fell in love with her. He’s hurting. I’m hurting. Everyone’s hurting. 

Noah x MC:

‘Fixing me’ by Chase Coy

“I’m growing up, I’m working on these flaws of mineI’m letting go of pride and shedding this disguiseI’m facing all the facts, I’m trying to improveI’m cleaning up my act and I’m doing it just for you‘Cause I am broken(I am broken, would you fix me, baby?)But you are perfect(You are perfect, would you fix me, baby?)

And I never thought I could ever be with youAnd I never wanted to change before but now I do‘Cause I am broken and you are perfect” 

MC is fixing Noah. Enough said. MC has helped him in my opinion to get a grip in terms of reality, Noah is broken and MC to him is just darn perfect and he questions how she can ever love him. I like to think that maybe in a different universe, MC is fixing Noah. I may make a fic based off of this song. 

‘Six Feet Under’ by Billie Eilish

“Help, I lost myself againBut I remember youDon’t come back, it won’t end wellBut I wish you’d tell me too”

I actually based off my short story “Home is Six Feet Under” off of this song - the haunting feeling of a lost love. Granted, I don’t think it specifically caters to them individually, but I really think that the aspect of a relationship (platonic or romantic) has fallen apart aligns well with Noah and MC. MC constantly wonders if they can rebuild their relationship, but often questions if it’s already past the brink of repair: the pain and the memories taking a toll on them. Noah loses himself, but all he can remember is MC. 

‘Please Don’t…’ by K.Will 

“I know what you’re going to say, please don’t say itDon’t know why Don’t know whyI want to draw out each minute, each secondBut the empty road rushes me on” 

I used this song inspiration for “If Only” (definitely watch the music video too!). I think the longing aspect of wanting to stay in the moment reminds me a lot of MC x Noah. Noah, constantly, wants to stay in the present - to forget the memories - and just be with MC. MC, however, is already in a relationship and Noah knows he’s too late….but he just doesn’t want to face reality. He torn, and he breaks down. 

“All I want” by Kodaline

“All I want is nothing moreTo hear you knocking at my door‘Cause if I could see your face once moreI could die a happy man, I’m sureWhen you said your last goodbyeI died a little bit insideI lay in tears in bed all nightAlone without you by my sideBut if you loved me, why’d you leave me?”

THIS song hits me in the feels for MC x Noah because honestly, let’s be honest, it captures the essence of lost so much. Noah often reminisces why everyone kinda drifted away from him, especially, MC. If MC loved Noah so much, why she leave him to grieve on his own? Ouch. But he can’t help but want her and she can’t help but want him. I’M CRYING NOW. 

I mean I have a lot more songs….but like…..this ask is getting too long haha. I would love to do a playlist if anyone is interested, but as of right now, these are the top songs I can think of. I haven’t included everyone in ILITW because I don’t have a song that I think connects with them all as much as these songs do with these characters. I’m sorry I ended up doing pairings….

[becauseicantthink]

Temptation part 1.

Hello anyone! This is my first fic ever, involving Peter Parker/Spider-Man and my OC, Leila. They're both 20 here, staying in the Avengers facility, training during their summer off from college.

Warning: A little smut and obscenities, smut will increase as I go on.

Summary: Peter hears you talking shit about his sex life behind his back and gets angry and bets that he can seduce you within 24 hours.

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"Look," I start, "I'm sorry that I said you were definitely inexperienced in bed and that you probably can't last five seconds with a girl, but you don't have to do this." Peter's eyes harden as I remind him of my earlier insult. I had said it in front of Sam, Clint and Romanov, but I had no idea the boy in red was listening from afar. "When I heard you say that the first time, you sounded so confident about your opinion, that I feel like proving you wrong is my next big goal in life." Peter says, cocking his head to one side, studying me. "I- uh, so, tell me about this bet you want to make then." I say casually, not letting any interest or excitement show on my face. The only reason I had said those things was because Sam was teasing me about my crush on "Spider-boy" as he so liked to call Peter. Peter steps right up to me. "I'm going to have you begging for me before this time tomorrow." Peter murmurs right into my ear. As his hot breath touches my ear, my body shivers and goosebumps erupt along my arms. I play it off, but he notices anyway. His hand cups my chin, tilting my head to make my right ear more accessible. "Are you sensitive right here baby?" he rumbles, pressing his mouth into my ear. His voice is deep and husky. My body tingles and I clench my fists painfully to stop myself from shaking like a leaf. "Fuck you, Parker." I grit out. His tongue traces the shell of my ear and I whimper as quietly as I can. Unconsciously, I tilt my head more, giving him full access to my neck and shoulder. His hot mouth feels so good nibbling on my neck, that I almost give in right there. I'm snapped back into reality when I hear him chuckle, as if he knows this will be a piece of cake. Gripping onto every shred of control I have, I shove him back. My breaths are coming out in gasps. I couldn't believe how sensitive my ear was to his touch. "What do I get if you beg for me first?" I rasp out. He tries to come closer again, but I press my palm into his chest to keep him away. He smiles slowly. He's looking at me as if I'm a toy, or a meal. I feel like I'm already losing. He takes the hand pressed into his chest and he raises it to his lips. He licks the pad of my thumb torturously. "If I win, you have to take your statement back and do my laundry for a month." He says, biting on my thumb. My stomach flips repeatedly. Who knew innocent Peter Parker could be such a fucking tease? "If I win," I say, sounding firmer than I feel, " I want you to do anything I ask for a week." He lets my hand go and he smiles. "So I can tease you any way I want right?" He asks, business-like. I clear my throat and nod in confirmation. "You can't take my clothes off though, that's cheating." I say, my throat running dry at the thought of Peter touching my bare skin. "We have a deal." He says, extending his hand for me to shake. I extend my hand and shake his hand firmly, I can feel my body heating up. I can't take my eyes off his pink lips. Peter glances at his watch. "It's 3:15, time starts now." Without a second thought, I reach forward and kiss him. He gasps in surprise and he pulls me in closer. He breaks away suddenly, just as Tony walks in. "Hey! Mr. Stark! I was wondering if it was okay for someone to cover my patrol shift tonight? I have a friend's party to go to." Peter casually says, as if he wasn't just talking about having sex with me. Tony looks at me. "I'm assuming you're going to this shindig too? At least to make sure this one doesn't cause trouble." He inquires. I don't actually know who's party this is, but I'm definitely not thinking straight when I say, " Sure Mr Stark, I'll keep an eye on Peter." Peter turns to face me. As I say his name, he winks at me and my heart picks up. "I'll get someone to cover you, have fun you two." Tony's voice calls out as it fades away. "Huh.That saved me the trouble of asking you myself." Peter says, walking out of the kitchen. "I'll be at your door at 6pm.  Wear something fancy." I don't respond to him, there's no nice words for the way I feel right now.